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Thursday, June 26, 2014

Spotlight & Giveaway - The Zombie Axiom (In the Time of the Dead, Book 1) by David Monette

The
Zombie Axiom

In
the Time of the Dead, BookI

by David
Monette

Genre: Horror/Urban Fantasy

Publisher: Severed Press

Date of Publication: April 11,
2014

ISBN-10: 1925047717

ISBN-13: 978-1925047714

ASIN: B00JM38JZY

Number of pages: 310

Word Count: 113,000

Cover Artist: David Monette

Book Description:

A handful of survivors claw out a
life amid the ruins of the world, all the while fighting the zombie hordes.

In Northern New York State, three
uncommon allies lead one of these bands in this epic struggle as they learn
both the strengths and weaknesses of their enemies… and of themselves.

Pushed to their limits and holed
up on a remote lake island, life has taken on a new normality. That is until
winter arrives and all hell will freeze over. For it is then that the open
waters of the lake, the only barrier against the unrelenting dead, will freeze.
And the monsters will come. By the thousands…

The sudden blare
of the digital clock shocked Virgil awake like a stinging slap. Eyes wild with
fear, his right hand shot under his pillow and emerged gripping a loaded 9MM
pistol. Sitting, gasping, the giant of a man cast about, searching for the
ghosts that haunted his sleeping mind. But the weapon withheld its promise of
violence when all that he could detect were motes of dust drifting in lazy
swirls through the morning light of his bedroom. The gun slipped from his
hand.

“Nothing, nothing… nothing. Nothing’s there.
Nothing,” he whispered to himself as his chin sank to his chest and his long
brown hair slopped down to hide the blunt contours of his face. With his eyes
squeezed shut he vigorously rubbed his temples and, like a man freshly pulled
from the sea, deeply inhaled the stale air of his trailer.

At length he
pulled his heavily muscled frame upright and shut off the clock alarm. He threw
on a pair of shorts and a folded T-shirt from the chair where he had set them
aside the night before and wandered from his room and down a narrow hallway to
the living room. Stifling a yawn, he maneuvered through an impressive
collection of weightlifting equipment until he arrived in the kitchen, where he
listlessly consumed a bowl of cold cereal while gazing at the pathetic patch of
grass that comprised the front yard outside his home.

He flipped the
now empty plastic bowl into the sink with a snort of frustration and turned on
his television for the noise, something to drive away the images, the
memories.

Didn’t work.
Never did. So he did the one thing that always seemed to work. Walking over to
his gym equipment, he hefted a forty-five pound weight and slammed it onto an
Olympic weight bar that was perched on the uprights of a flat bench. Exhaustion
would do the trick. Always did.

Two hours later,
sweating in the heat of his home, Virgil stepped into the bright morning and
squinted at the glare of a day that was promising only heat. Slipping on his
dark sunglasses, he surveyed the scene around his house. It was a depressing
sight for the most part. His dilapidated trailer was one among many such
residences that were crammed on a strip of land that no one else would choose
to inhabit other than those desperate enough for a home that was cheap.
Situated as it was down a steep hill at the end of a dead-end street and with
the river only two feet from flooding the entire area, which it regularly did,
it was a wonder that the city hadn’t yet closed the place down.

Noticing nothing
out of place, no one watching, no one waiting for him to offer them a target
when he turned his back, he locked both doors to his home and crunched across
the gravel yard to his dust-coated Range Rover, which was already running,
having been remotely started several minutes before. After one more
surreptitious check of his surroundings, he unlocked the door to the vehicle
and slipped into the air-conditioned interior. The cool air washed over him,
drying the sweat from his skin. He closed his eyes, breathed deep. In this
cocoon of processed air, of quietly murmuring vibration, he opened his eyes to
see a fly making its ponderous way across the field of glass that was his
windshield. It was of the large, hairy, slow variety… near the end of its life,
but still crawling along like a ball at the end of its push. He sat transfixed,
puzzled by its relentless march, its progression toward… something only it
knew… or nothing at all.

About
the Author:

David Monette functions as an
author and illustrator from his home in Northern New York State. His highly
detailed fantasy and science fiction artwork has appeared on many books,
magazines, board games, and collectible cards. While receiving his MFA in
illustration, his instructors reviewed his written work and strongly suggested
that he combine his writing ability with his talent as an illustrator to chart
his own path.Hence, “The Zombie Axiom”
was born, a compelling, terrifying story sprinkled with amazing black and white
illustrations from start to finish.

1 comment:

I love, love love zombies! I have absolutely no idea why, exactly, but I do. Every chance I get, I am hoarding another z book...the list goes on and on. Thanks for the op to add to my collection and find another author!